Had he died then, caught in the fire? He might have dreamed his escape as he passed out from the smoke. But his nocturnal visitor, the citrus woman, she had to be real, even if all else was dream. Sitting at his desk with the fogged windows facing him and Are No's fishing lure dangling over his head, he tried to conjure her. He replayed her visit, noting every detail of her appearance, the way she moved, her scent. She would say something like: "I travel the north wind to a place inside you. I am the heart and the flame." That was preposterous. Of course he had dreamed her. A real woman wouldn't show up in his room, induce orgasm, and vanish. Fucking dreaming or hallucinating. Crazy fucking place, all those acrobats and elephants. He should have stayed at the party and danced with Dawn. She was real. She had kissed him like it meant something. But these performer-types probably always acted that way. She danced with the acrobat after telling Lewis she didn't like them. None of it meant anything.
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